Twisting and turning in my own private Hell
I'm not the same person everyone knew so well.
Broken pieces of what used to be me
Have now been lost and damned for eternity.
A smiling face hides the demons inside
The hatred and anger I have to subside.
Sometimes I scream when I'm all alone,
I take the pain, I don't bitch and moan.
Lying in darkness , comfort in sorrow,
Wondering if things will be better tomorrow.
I begin a new life to find failure once more,
Bleeding and broken with salt in my sores.
Wanting to know what's best for me,
Waiting for life in hell eternally.
Left behind no one to care,
Taking life to be found with a cold glassy stare.
Gone is all I've worked for all I know
Don't mourn for me I want no sorrow.
(C)1998 Jesika Harrison
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